A/N: I'd like to thank my two reviewers, Sorceress Sakura and Don't Feel Like Logging In. I'm happy that at least SOMEONE is reading this! To respond to both of you: Don't worry that you're the ones with dirty minds. I'm the one writing this thing... And anyway, whatever you were thinking is probably right. P This is so close to being a multi-chapter PWP... #sigh# I need to go kill my muse, now...

Also, DFLLI: This isn't my first fic. It's my first Golden Sun fic. Total, I think it's probably my twelfth or so, but I don't have all of my fics uploaded on FFNet because my early ones are crap. P

As always, whether you love it or hate it, there will be shonen-ai! (that's boykissing, if you didn't know!) Hit the back button now if you don't wanna read it! Flamers shall be mocked!

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Chapter Two: (still untitled...)

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He hadn't really meant to follow Ivan, it had just happened.

When they had awoken that morning, he had immediately noticed that something was wrong with the younger boy. He had seemed flushed, and a bit too... twitchy, was really the only way to put it. Isaac would have put Ivan second only to himself when it came to level-headedness in their group. Garet got riled up far too easily, and Mia, for all her gifts, still tended to sit around with the barmaids at the inns they visited and giggle. Seeing Ivan flustered was rare, and flustered he had certainly been as he hastily made some excuse and left their camp.

Isaac had followed, slipping out of camp with a nod to Garet, a silent message of the kind only long-time friends understand; I'm going to check on him, I'll be back. Garet had nodded back; message received- he and Mia would collect up the group's belongings and wait for the two blonds to return. It hadn't really been a conscious decision, to follow Ivan, but as soon as it had been made it seemed the only thing Isaac could have done. For all he knew, he reasoned, the younger boy could be sick. Add that possibility to the threat of the creatures that lived in this forest (dangerous even when the whole group was together), and he knew that he couldn't in good conscience let Ivan wander off on his own.

He did his best to squish the part of his brain that was reminding him that if it had been Garet who'd walked off, he would have let him go, would have trusted him to be perfectly fine on his own for a few minutes. He knew he worried just a little too much over Ivan, though he came up with all sorts of excuses, flimsy rationalizations and explanations for his behavior- Ivan was younger, he was less experienced with combat Psynergy (though Isaac had to admit that was becoming less and less of a problem as their journey continued), he was just a bit weaker than the others... he was... Well, it was Isaac's fault he was here in the first place.

That was the excuse he usually fell back on. It was he who had gotten Ivan involved in this long and more-and-more dangerous quest, so it was his responsibility to make sure the other boy stayed safe. Garet and Mia had their own, deeply personal reasons for coming along. Ivan... Ivan could have stayed in Vault until the bridge to Kalay was fixed. He didn't have to follow them, he didn't have to help. He decided to come along because he wanted to help, and Isaac was grateful for that. That was why he was so protective, that was why he worried so much. Not because everything seemed just a bit more cheerful when Ivan was around. Not because he would miss the times when Ivan accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder as they sat around a campfire. Certainly not because every once in a while the sun would hit his soft, golden hair and violet eyes just right and transform him from 'cute' to 'breathtaking'.

Still, all excuses aside, he was already here, following the shorter blond into the trees. It took a moment to find Ivan- he was by far the quickest member of their party, and very efficient at disappearing when he wanted to. When Isaac finally did spot him, though, to say he was surprised would be a big understatement. There was really no confusion about what Ivan was doing. The sounds and movements were too recognizable, too familiar; at least to another teenaged boy. World-saving quest or not, hormones remained generally unchanged.

Isaac hesitated. He should go, he knew. It would be criminally embarrassing to be caught here, watching his friend... well... But he found himself unable to move away. The sounds Ivan was making put an unsettling feeling in his stomach, like snakes twining and fighting inside him, and he found that his mouth had gone bone dry. Ivan let out a little moan, breathy and almost too low to catch, but catch it he did.

I- sa- ac..."

Whatever the feeling was, it hit him like Ivan's Plasma bolt and went straight to his core. Isaac shuddered as a sudden heat rushed through him, making his hair stand on end. He shifted, suddenly uncomfortable in his skin and feeling as though his brain had shut down.

A twig snapped under the heel of his boot.

TBC...

A/N: I still don't have a title! If anyone has any ideas, either now or in the future (if it's still untitled), please let me hear them! Also, I love constructive criticism, but flames will be mocked into oblivion. :P

#how can I write Harry Potter slash, but still feel like a perv for writing this?# 0o?